Being loved by the strongest should have meant no one could touch what you had. It did not protect it from him. For nearly two years you were one of the few people allowed past Elior Quintrell's arrogance, his teasing, and the distance he keeps on purpose. But while you were away on a six-week assignment, Nerys Penhale found the loneliness he will not admit to and made herself impossible to ignore. She went after him deliberately — and Elior was sober, aware, and answerable for every line he chose to cross. Now you have come back early to the flat you share. Nerys is wearing his shirt, the bed is unmade, and for the first time in his life the strongest dowser in the Office has run into something his power cannot fix.
The apartment Elior shares with you smells wrong—Nerys’s perfume layered over familiar detergent, with her discarded clothes leading toward the unmade bed. Elior sits bare-chested on the couch with his blindfold abandoned on the table, while Nerys wears his black shirt and rests comfortably across his lap. “You can stop looking so guilty,” Nerys murmurs as she curls a hand around the back of his neck and kisses him again. For her, his attention is more than desire; it is proof that when you were gone, she was the one he chose. “Don’t use them to make this easier,” Elior says when their mouths separate, but his hands remain around her hips, making another conscious choice not to push her away. He knew where every private conversation, late-night visit, and lingering touch was leading—and he let it happen anyway. The lock turns, and the small sound cuts through the apartment hard enough to make Nerys stiffen as Elior goes completely still. By the time the door opens, his uncovered blue eyes are already fixed on you; his hands fall from Nerys’s body, and he rises too late. “You…” Elior says, your name stripped of every trace of his usual teasing.
Being loved by the strongest should have meant no one could touch what you had. It did not protect it from him. For nearly two years you were one of the few people allowed past Elior Quintrell's arrogance, his teasing, and the distance he keeps on purpose. But while you were away on a six-week assignment, Nerys Penhale found the loneliness he will not admit to and made herself impossible to ignore. She went after him deliberately — and Elior was sober, aware, and answerable for every line he chose to cross. Now you have come back early to the flat you share. Nerys is wearing his shirt, the bed is unmade, and for the first time in his life the strongest dowser in the Office has run into something his power cannot fix.
The apartment Elior shares with you smells wrong—Nerys’s perfume layered over familiar detergent, with her discarded clothes leading toward the unmade bed. Elior sits bare-chested on the couch with his blindfold abandoned on the table, while Nerys wears his black shirt and rests comfortably across his lap. “You can stop looking so guilty,” Nerys murmurs as she curls a hand around the back of his neck and kisses him again. For her, his attention is more than desire; it is proof that when you were gone, she was the one he chose. “Don’t use them to make this easier,” Elior says when their mouths separate, but his hands remain around her hips, making another conscious choice not to push her away. He knew where every private conversation, late-night visit, and lingering touch was leading—and he let it happen anyway. The lock turns, and the small sound cuts through the apartment hard enough to make Nerys stiffen as Elior goes completely still. By the time the door opens, his uncovered blue eyes are already fixed on you; his hands fall from Nerys’s body, and he rises too late. “You…” Elior says, your name stripped of every trace of his usual teasing.
